676. Remembering gifts received earlier
. . . and then on to sharing older ones:
677. November, painted in blue and brown
678. December ahead of us, all bright and sparkly (at least in my mind. In real life, it's rather grey right now.)
“It has been coming to me of late, that our Master’s words about gathering up the fragments that nothing be lost, may touch more than life’s loaves and fishes. I think I must gather some Love-fragments up, and give them to you, or the wind of Forget may blow them away to Oblivion.”
--From Sunrise Land, page 74
677. November, painted in blue and brown
678. December ahead of us, all bright and sparkly (at least in my mind. In real life, it's rather grey right now.)
679. Grey weather that makes us want to snuggle in and prepare for Jesus' birthday!
680. Another sighting of the Jay: this time Will saw it, too.
681. The jewel-like beauty of pomegranates (Yes, I am thankful for the color and flavor, even with the whole kitchen is splattered with bright juice and my children have mysteriously changed color.)
682. Thankfulness from little hearts
683. Relatives coming to visit
684. Bright sunlight, glowing through fall leaves
683. Relatives coming to visit
684. Bright sunlight, glowing through fall leaves